Night Poem, March 27.2017

 

Now you walk by an open window

And feel no chill

You open the back door and step out

Without bracing

By the road

You see the wakened frogs

Floating, legs akimbo

In the new, red puddles

As you pass, you hear a distant choir of them

Singing and laughing

And tonight will be the first soft night

copyright 2017

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